"However, just the innate Qi has increased the attack range of my attack methods so much."

"How many techniques will the martial arts conference provide me?"

The anticipation in his heart surged wildly.

The practice is over.

Mu Cang's thoughts fluctuated and moved his body.

I shot the hotel below and returned to the room.

A few hours later.

The night ends and the day dawns.

…

It's already seven o'clock in the morning.

Located in the large forest on the outskirts of Yuncheng, outside a luxurious manor that occupies an extremely large area, more and more people have gathered.

Most of them are from Shenzhou.

A few are white Europeans, and even fewer are black.

These foreigners are foreign sects and gangs from many subordinate countries in southern Daxia, such as Jiaozhi, Annan, Zhenla, and Luzon.

Martial arts masters are present.

All of them are martial arts masters with strong physiques and fierce expressions.

Almost none is lower than the realm of marrow washing and blood exchange.

Their steps are as fast as tigers.

Often a distance of 100 meters can be covered in seven or eight steps.

No matter whether it is rough grass, thorns, or potholes, they can't stop their progress.

But as soon as these martial arts masters entered the gate of the manor, their original fierce and high-spirited temperament quickly subsided and became low-key.

the reason is simple.

There are many strong people here.

Unless you are truly invincible.

Otherwise, no one can tolerate the oppression of others.

This is equivalent to Chi Guoguo's provocation.

at this time.

The hearts of many martial artists present trembled inexplicably.

At the scene, many sturdy martial arts masters turned their heads and stared at the entrance gate of the manor.

At this time, there was a thin and shriveled old man with a goatee, hunched over his waist, dragging a large black gun with threads behind his back, and walked in leisurely with a clanging gesture on the ground.


Chapter completed!